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M/M pairings!
You can never run from the voices that plague you
“Is this gold truly worth more to you than your honor Thorin?”
“Yes” his mind hisses the poison, his eyes survey all of the gold in his halls. Yes it’s his, it’s all under his mountain in his fathers and their fathers halls. The horde of the luminous coveted gold captivates his mind.
“Dragon-sickness. I've seen it before. That look. The terrible need. It is a fierce and jealous love, Bilbo. It sent his grandfather mad.”
What was honor in the face of such wealth? Nothing else mattered, not the slaughter of his people who died because of this- “Thorin” his eyes snapped to the voice… “Thorin, is this gold truly worth more to you?” His eyes scan the gold and the pieces mock him in its mirror image. He hears his burglar, he hears- “ughh” his hand covers his throbbing eyes.
“Bilbo… His name is Bilbo”
“He doesn’t belong here, he isn’t one of”, his ears perk “Thorin? Are you alright? You… You haven’t eaten again and I thought” whirling around his eyes narrow on the tray of food held in his burglar's hands. “Get out!” Moving forward, tossing the food out of his burglar's hands. “Ow! Ow! Why Thorin?” The soup landed on his foot, his eyes taking in Thorins disheveled appearance. The manic eyes, staring at him frozen, “It’s… It’s okay, I'm fine Thorin.” His hands slowly rise in a placating manner, moving forward with a soothing voice. “Thorin close your eyes for me please” his eyes close waiting for his one. How could he say Bilbo didn’t belong? His hobbit tentatively moving closer his smaller hands cover his ears gently rubbing his skin. Trailing his hands up massaging his head with pressing intent. “There that’s better” pulling his hands away when his body is crushed against Thorins. Hot air against his hair, held in thick arms, his face buried against rich clothing. His ears red tinted, voice muffled he asks “Um Thorin”, “Shh ‘Ibinê let me hold you a little longer, it is hard to find anyone I can trust in this place.” Slowly he relaxes in his hold melting against his chest, is this what it means to feel his warmth? Nirvana doesn’t hold a candle to this intense feeling.
“Uncle!” Bilbo squeaks startled by Kilis voice pushing out of his arms, a deep growl rips out of Thorin. “What?! What is it?!” Thorins hands balled into fists stare up at his nephews Fili and Kili. Bilbo quickly interjects moving forward “Boys! Are you both alright? Kili your wound?” Before the boys can speak Thorin wraps his arms back around Bilbo. Pulling him tight against his chest nuzzling the back of his hair, losing himself in the scent of his one. Fili speaks with an embarrassed look on his face “Master Baggins, we will catch up later! Excuse us!” Kili grins like a Cheshire Cat at his uncle's actions, leaving with his older brother Fili to find the rest of their friends. Bilbo flushes in Thorins grasp “Thorin that was rude your nephews are here and you should”, “I will not share a single piece of you Bannô. Not one single piece.”
“The dragon sickness is a fierce and jealous love”
Stiffening in his hold feeling lips against his ear a skilled tongue traces the tip of his ear. “Thorin!?” He gasps when teeth bite his sensitive flesh, “oooh!” A moan rips out of his mouth, eyes widen in the next moment an arm constricts around his waist. The other hand teases his untouched ear mercilessly, his tongue dips suddenly into the wedges of his ear. “Aah~ Thorin wait please!”, “No mimûna I will not. Hush, it’s your turn to close your eyes.” Trembling feeling heat rise in him as his sensitive ears are assuaged with hungry fervor. His moans breaking the air around them, breathless calls “Thorin” softly spilled from pink lips. His hands move down his one’s body mapping every inch with reverence. Bilbo melts against Thorins chest, his body unconsciously pressing forward against his strong hands. “Thorin aah~ wait shouldn’t we stop?” His question goes unanswered, feeling hands push under his pants
“Wait!” Bilbo rips himself from Thorin, eyes wide, face flushed and ears a lovely shade of red. “Thorin we can’t this isn’t right”, “Isn’t right?” The words are said with coldness. He looks like a man scorned. “What isn’t right Khîê?” Sputtering Bilbo steps back “Thorin I didn’t mean to upset you but, you can’t think I’ll just roll over and” stepping forward his presence screaming for his hobbit to submit. “I dare you Halw Kurdu, finish those words?” Wisely he keeps his mouth shut looking away embarrassed, has Thorin always been this forward? Why is he coming forward with those smoldering eyes?! “Thorin! Now Thorin let’s just talk” backing away he slips on some of the gold landing on top of a pile “eep!” Thorin lunges and cages his hobbit with his arms, balancing his hands against the gold pieces staring down at his hobbit.
His one looks scared he trembles under him? This will not do, whispering soothingly down to his treasure. “You keep my mind clear, you keep me tethered, your voice breaks me out of my watch over the gold. Close your eyes Amrâlimê” when his hobbits eyelids flutter close he growls low “Good boy” before Bilbo can react warm lips press against his swallowing his noises. Hands massage his body, he peeks and freezes Thorins eyes weren’t closed. He wasn’t looking at him though he was looking at the gold above him as they kissed. Hurt and upset he pushes Thorin off of him “stop! Stop this instant!” His eyes water “ You speak of me as if I’m important to you but you can’t even look away from this treasure for one second while we kiss? Is this treasure so highly valued you can’t look” a thick scarred hand cups his cheek silencing his voice. His face leans down pressing his forehead against his other half, closing his eyes “Sometimes when you're not here with me the gold speaks to me. It tried again whispering dark things, things you should never hear. When you're beside me I can fight it back, don’t leave me Khîê. You can’t leave me.” Sitting back his hands return to Bilbos warm body, his voice huskier “Allow me to make amends for the offense I’ve done against you.” His hands roam his body, his eyes taking in every twitch and moan he asks his one “Bilbo, may I undress” a loud shout breaks through their budding passion.
“Thorin! The people of lake town have entered the city of Dale!”
A shroud of fierce possessiveness surges forth reclaiming its place in his mind. “Thorin?” His one speaks timidly but he doesn’t hear him. His face turned away, the voices were back, the ravenous hands of madness sank into his heart.
“Laketown”, “Those wretches want my gold!”, “They would dare to take claim on my birthright! To overthrow me and plunder Erebors depths!”
“Thorin? It’s an acorn I picked up in Beorns garden.”
“We’ve searched for the Arkenstone but we haven't found it…Do you doubt the trust of anyone here?”
Time passes in a blur, “Yes this gold belongs to me and I will not part with a single coin.” Turning back around, his eyes widened. Where is his one? “Bilbo!” Anger rises, his eyes stormy looking for his other half. “You would dare leave me! You miserable wretch!” No no stop what are you doing, a small voice inside him begs him to stop. “Coward! Hiding from your king! You will be punished severely for this mark my words Gaihith! Come out!”
“Is this gold truly worth more to you than your honor Thorin?”, “You are changed, Thorin.” There is pain in his ones voice.
“Bilbo!” Falling to his knees his voice like a soft wind blows through his mind. His eyes blur the gold melts pulling him down into its damning embrace. “No!” Struggling to breathe trying to pull away he looks up seeing a version of himself from before. The vision stares down at him with disdain “Wake up! Get up now!” Gasping for air he comes to his senses, panting he yanks his crown off of his head throwing it away with the pile of gold. “What have I done?” His mind replays the memory of him almost throwing Bilbo off the ramparts for everyone to see. His one, he almost killed his… Stumbling backwards his eyes fill with tears clutching his head “No, no Bilbo how could I dare?”
“You are changed, Thorin! The Dwarf I met in Bag End would never have gone back on his word! Would never have doubted the loyalty of his kin!”
“Forgive me Amrâlimê, forgive me”, he turns away from the gold, his mind clearer than ever. How long has he allowed the dragon sickness to fester and taint his mind?
“Is this gold truly worth more to you than your honor Thorin?”
“No, no it’s not none of it is I’m coming, Amrâlimê.” Thorin Oakenshield has returned and never again will he fall prey to the soulless tempting gold. Shucking off his royal robe his kin waits for him at the barricaded doors of the mountain. Kili is the first to speak up and meet him “I will not hide behind a wall of stone while others fight our battles for us! It is not in my blood, Thorin.” His lips curve into a warm smile “No, it is not. We are sons of Durin. And Durin's Folk do not flee from a fight.” Grasping the back of his head pressing their heads together for a few seconds he moves away to look at his kin. “I have no right to ask this of any of you. Will you follow me one last time?” His mind rings with Bilbos sweet voice
“Look, I know you doubt me, I know you always have. And you're right... I often think of Bag End. I miss my books, and my armchair, and my garden. See, that's where I belong, that's home. That's why I came back... 'cause you don't have one, a home. It was taken from you. But I will help you take it back if I can.”
With a loud roar his kin bursts through the barred stone charging forward to face the battle ahead. He prays for strength, he prays for time and in his blood he knows he will see his Amrâlimê again.
Khuzdul translations:
‘Ibinê- my gem
Bannô- treasure
mimûna- little one
Khîê- my one
Halw Kurdu- sweetheart
Amrâlimê- love or my love
Gaihith- little dove
Author's note: phew! Lord have mercy! I struggled through this one yall but I hope it satisfies! I wanted to write this for so long! I love when characters break free from their “ball and chain.” A lot of this was done last night so there are probably some grammar errors here. Please enjoy my dear travelers!
